Scavenging

October 11, 2005

Lone wolf wanders the plain,
Scavenging for scraps of food.
The food is in the wood;
He remembers the time when this truth was his.

And yet, he wanders each day
In the desolate realm of scarcity;
Takes solace in the fellowship
Of a thousand wandering souls.

Type: Poetry

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